Sunday, September 26, 2010

Learning To Live With A Boy

Right now, this bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms is the only thing separating Chris and I. Normally, when we get the chance to sit together while doing different things, I want to be as close to him as possible. But because he was not sharing and put the M&Ms on the other side of him, I placed them between us. Peanut Butter M&Ms are about my favorite things in the world. And Keebler Grasshoppers with hot chocolate. This was the only way to settle my unhappiness.

Then, Chris, after lecturing me all weekend on how Sunday was to be his "study-only-do-nothing-else-day," he tried to put an M&M up my nose.

"I don't want it up my nose!!" I protested.

"Yes you do!!" He yells back.

So, in trying to get himself back on track, he kneels down and studies with his notebook on the cushion.

"There. Now God thinks I'm praying."

He told me not to blog that last part. Too bad.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


Whenever I hear the song "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz, this is how I envision it being written.

Reporter: "So, what is it you do, exactly?"
Taio Cruz: "I throw my hands up in the air."

Reporter: "How often?"
Taio Cruz: "Sometimes."

Reporter: "Do you ever say anything while doing this?"
Taio Cruz: "A-YO! Gotta let go!"

Reporter: "Why do you do this? What do you want to do?"
Taio Cruz: "I want to celebrate and live my life!"

Reporter: "How do you plan on doing this?"
Taio Cruz: "We gon' rock this club, we gon' go all night. We gon' light it up like it's dynamite!"

Reporter: "Excuse me?"
Taio Cruz: "I told you once - now I told you twice! We gon' light it up like it's dynamite."

I could go on. But you imagine the rest for me.